“I know how you feel, Frank,” he said, pressing the hand of his friend.  “If I could comfort you I would, but I don’t know how to do it.”

“I find comfort in your sympathy,” said Frank.  “I look upon you as my warmest friend here.”

“I am glad of that, Frank.”

To Herbert alone Frank spoke of his mother and her devoted affection; but even to him he did not like to mention the will and his disinheritance.  He did not so much lament the loss of the property as that he had lost it by the direction of his mother, or, rather, because it would generally be supposed so.

For himself, he doubted the genuineness of the will, but he felt that it was useless to speak of it, as he was unprepared with any proofs.

So it happened that when, on Wednesday afternoon Mark Manning made his appearance, Frank’s change of position, as respected the property, was neither known nor suspected by his schoolfellows.  It was soon known, however, and of course, through Mark.

The boys immediately noticed a change in Mark.  He assumed an air of consequence, and actually strutted across the campus.  Instead of being polite and attentive to Frank, he passed him with a careless nod, such as a superior might bestow on an inferior.

“What has come over Mark?” asked Herbert of Frank, as the two were walking together from recitation.

“How do you mean?”

“He holds his head higher than he used to do.  He looks as if he had been elected to some important office.”

“You will soon learn, Herbert,” said Frank.  “Make a pretext to join him, and let the news come from him.”

Herbert looked puzzled.

“Do you wish me to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, I have a reason for it.”

“Very well.  I am always ready to oblige you, Frank, but I hope Mark won’t think I have suddenly formed a liking for his society.”

“If he does, you can soon undeceive him.”

“That is true.”

Herbert left the side of his friend, and sauntered toward Mark.

As Herbert was known as Frank’s especial friend, Mark was at first surprised, but quickly decided that his improved position had been communicated by Frank, and that Herbert was influenced by it.  That is to say, he judged Herbert to be as mean and mercenary as himself.

Herbert’s position was too humble to entitle him to much notice from Mark, but the latter was pleased with the prospect of detaching from Frank his favorite friend.

“You came back rather late, Mark,” said Herbert.

“Yes,” answered Mark, with an air of importance.  “I remained at home a short time, to help my father in his accounts.  You know the property is large, and there is a good deal to do.”

“I should think that was Frank’s place, to help about the accounts.”

“Why?”

“The property is his, of course!”

“Did he tell you that?” asked Mark, sharply.